The manpower that was originally organized to support the formation was gone. The mountain-protecting formation above the Blood Demon Sect was so ineffective at this time that perhaps any Nascent Soul cultivator could break the mountain-protecting formation into pieces.

Master Xuansha stared at everything that happened in front of him, wailing, roaring, hating, roaring, crying, and struggling to ask for help...

He raised his hands, his lips trembled, and he burst into tears: "I...I, what did I let go?"

"Uncle Master, why?"

"Why is this happening!"

Thirty-two peaks and twenty-one floating islands, most of them floated and sank under the rampage of the Yuanying monks. Countless disciples were killed and injured. However, at this time, the great uncle still used magic to lure countless disciples into the devil.

No matter how he didn't care about the death of his sect disciples, Master Xuansha felt as if the world was falling apart, which was unacceptable.

However, in his shocked and horrified eyes.

He saw the red-haired True Lord in the top corner raising the Soul Reverend Flag in his hand, muttering something in his mouth, and then thousands of black clouds were reflected in his pupils.

What is the most basic thing about Zunhun Banner?

You can ask any monk about this kind of question.
Chapter completed!